I Just Gotta Ask…

Dear able‐bodied folks: The only people who have to ask me anything are Customs, the TSA, and the cop who pulls me over. You, random stranger full of inappropriate questions, don’t have to ask me anything. You can keep all of your stupid questions bottled up deep inside you until they cause you to end every day with a wet, angry shit. 

I have no time to deal with your pent up curiosity. It stopped being okay for you to ask inappropriate questions of strangers when you were 5. 

I just gotta ask…

No, you don’t you fucking child.